Cocky Chef by JD Hawkins
Release Date: July 31st
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Model: Christian Hogue
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You can call me arrogant as much as you want. But when you’re the best at what you do and have the hottest restaurant on the west coast, with enough Michelin stars to make Gordon Ramsay’s head spin, you’ve earned the right to your confidence.
When I give an instruction in the kitchen, it’s not a suggestion–it’s an order. So when a new chef thinks she can do things her way, and dares to say so to my face, even her sharp wit and gorgeous pouty lips don’t make it okay.
But I have to admit, she’s got talent. She’s creative in the kitchen and not even that double-breasted chef jacket can hide her perfect body. As I get to know her, I can’t help wanting to know everything she thinks. I’ve never met a more talented chef. And I’ve never met a sassier and sexier woman in my life.
There’s only one way this push and pull can end.
With her in my bed, begging for more.
★ ★ ★ ★
Reviewed by Klaire Sutherland on behalf of Kindle Friends Forever
It’s no secret that I thoroughly enjoy this author’s books. They err on the side of perfection and Cocky Chef is no exception. I picked one fault with this book, a silly thing that bears no mention in the grander scheme of things. Fans will devour Cole and Willow and if you’re new to JD Hawkins, you won’t look back. Thankfully he has a great back catalogue to tuck into.
I kind of like the cover, it is in keeping with all of Mr Hawkins books. Simple and pleasing to the eye, I think this is what initially draws the reader. Then the blurb, it’s not hard to envisage Gordon Ramsay – only hotter, way hotter. Cole Chambers is the epitome of arrogance to begin with. When faced with the young chef Willow from Idaho I asked myself who exactly the cocky chef was. She exerted a flash of arrogance when they first met and kept up the steady strong woman persona throughout the book. Cole’s temperament was more explosive than Willow’s, she kept her down to earth character throughout. Both characters had been stung before, both in very different ways. Cole had to climb his own mountain with his trust issues and eventually he sees what the reader sees in Willow.
What I especially liked about Cocky Chef was the distinctive imagery that JD Hawkins imparted upon the pages, within his scenes. While it is certainly true that this author can write a scorching hot scene, of which there are many in Cocky Chef, it is also true to say that this man’s words can feed the soul too. My mouth salivated with some of Cole and Willow’s kitchen scenes. The knowledge taken to write such depth about food is quite something. Again, a book full of class and flair. If you are looking for a ‘smutty’ read you won’t exactly find that in Cocky Chef, once again JD Hawkins proves that a title and a cover should not be judged. His written word is impeccable, as always.
But…this book did not light a fire under my butt. Cocky Chef didn’t excite me as much as previous books had. Yes, the story is as fresh as one can be, the characters and plot developed almost perfectly. You can see the acts playing out in formation. And I think this is the problem. I know what I’m getting when I read a JD Hawkins book. There are no rough edges, it’s as contemporary as contemporary comes. No surprises. I didn’t feel much emotion in this book when reading, except perhaps a little happy when Cole and Willow find their way. The struggle didn’t seem insurmountable. Dare I say it – an easy read. For many this is fine, but Cocky Chef didn’t have the edginess I would have liked.
Still, it’s a highly recommended read, as are all JD Hawkins’s books. You certainly won’t be disappointed picking up Cocky Chef, even if just to lick that cover!
She lets out a sigh of relief, but my cock hears something different in her gasping exhale. I bring my thumb slowly to a speck at the side of her mouth, fingers resting on the round perfection of her jawline. She stills under my touch and catches my gaze, time slowing with the deliberateness of my movements.
I brush the speck, but don’t pull away. Instead, I bring my thumb back across those ever-pouted lips, tracing their dip and fullness, letting her feel the texture of hands rough and scarred from a lifetime in kitchens, our eyes locked together in a moment of anticipation, emotions raging like an angry sea against the dam of the distance between us.
Her lips part slightly, I feel her shortening breath on my hand, and I push my thumb between those juicy, perfect lips, fingers pressing against the base of her ear. Her gentle gasp breaks the silence, before she closes those soft lips around my thumb, the sight of them pressing against my skin making my cock full against my pants. Her teeth gently squeezing my nail, tongue flickering as I push the finger inside the hot wetness of her mouth.
My other hand already on her waist, I pull her toward me, press her lithe body up against mine. Those magnificent hips swaying and rubbing against mine, her weight shifting onto me, breasts heaving, nipples so hard now I can feel them through that sweater dress.
“You’re fucking incredible,” I growl. Prelude to pulling her toward me, my finger in her mouth still, angling her head so I can taste the tenderness of her neck, run my sensitive tastebuds down the taut muscles, follow the path that leads me to the front of her chest. Quiet moans getting louder as I run my tongue down the softness of her cleavage, her dress my enemy now as I pull it down and bury my teeth in her breasts.
“Oh God…” she moans. “Cole…”